The Scarc

A scar

It sits on her arm

It’s long

An old cut

From long ago

Covered in skin

It’s now only a mark

.

It’s a bright red mark

It’s highly visible

She looks at it

Every few minutes of the day

She thinks that

Everyone must be staring at it

.

Inside her head:

They think it’s ugly

They think it’s bad

They think i should get it removed

.

Outside her head:

People walk by

Living their daily lives

Not noticing

She has a scar

Adorning her arm

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